2024/Katelyn-27698

I am the one who sees the hair swaying side to side while playing with my

BFFs in the park. The park does not actually have a name. We, my

friends and I, just call the park “the red park” because there is a lot of

red on the playground equipment.

I am the one who hears the laughing sounds my BFFs and I make all day long

because one of us either says something funny or we are trying to get

away from each other while exhausted after running all day long while

playing tag in the red park.

I am the one who feels the sweat slipping off my face as I am feeling the

cool air rushing around my face, while I am playing tag in the red park.

I am the one who tastes the drops of water hydrating me as I sip water from

my purple water bottle, after playing with my BFFs in the red

park.

I am the one who smells the stinky odor coming off me, and my BFFs, after

playing in the red park.

I am the one who hopes to play again, tomorrow, with my BFFs; however,

next time, we might go to a different park that my BFFs and I call the

school bus park.

Who am I?